So, here we are—a summer vacation. I’ll be driving across half of the US, getting married, and spending some time in Ireland, among other things. Fortunately, Parvusimperator is less busy, and has been churning out military and firearms posts for … Continue reading
“Why?” Sif said, brow furrowed. Falthejn shrugged. “Nobody knows for sure. To some degree, the very fact that a thing exists means that it has a weave-shape, and no thing—well, few things, and none we should name here—has a weave-shape … Continue reading
There you have it—the basic structure of magic in this world. You’ll likely have a better grounding in the practical applications by the end: that scene will probably make the cut.
Sif blinked, head canted. “A shirt?” she ventured timidly. “Yes.” “I don’t know what you mean.” Falthejn gestured to his arm. “The sleeve of my tunic is a piece of cloth. That cloth is the structure. The greenness of my … Continue reading
Sif, though—the girl had nowhere to go, as far as he knew, and he had no need to look to his skills to see how that story ended. The world was an unkind place to those with nothing and no … Continue reading
Sorry, I’ve been preoccupied with my upcoming move, but mostly just lazy and easily distracted. (I know I said I was excited to get to the bits of the story ahead of where I am now, and I still am. … Continue reading
The cold, gray light of dawn persisted into the mid-morning, before the fog began to burn away. They’d made passable time, by Falthejn’s estimation, though he had hoped for better. The army had a full day’s head start now, and … Continue reading
Sif looked at her feet. The boots were leather, fur-lined, and the nicest thing she owned. “I bought them,” she said, then froze. To her surprise, he didn’t ask the obvious question. “That was responsible of you.” She tried not … Continue reading
I’m excited to type the next few pages—they contain the most cogent explanation of magic in this universe I’ve ever produced. I’m very clear on the concept; I’ve just never managed to get it to paper with anything like the … Continue reading
“You think he is above making mistakes?” “I think he will make fewer mistakes than either of us. I have—” “—worked with them before, yes.” Hrothgar shook his head. “I wonder how closely, if you take his side over mine … Continue reading
